Chris Armstrong

Biography

Sailor and librarian, navigator and researcher, teacher and trainer, and – always – a traveler. Although born in Sussex, I have lived in Wales most of my life – for the last forty years in the country, farms and hills near Tregaron. All this – and more – have shaped the poems which reflect the joys and tragedies that life brings. Although a 'scholarly' writer for more than thirty years, it is only in the last ten or so that I have found expression through verse. Perhaps life's larger trials lead to deeper outpourings.
The past is always present
I am always interested to see how my poems affect readers.

Samples

Druid Lane
We came upon
A mystic way leading nowhere but the hills.
Floored in leaves, tree roofed, bank-bound
Untrodden but by wanderers for centuries past.
What lay beyond, worthy of such industry?
Perhaps a long forgotten hearth tenured by shepherd or crone.
Or did this tended track pass on to a hilltop way:
Miles now lost to grass and sheep,
A one-time druidic path to some time-eroded henge
The copper leaf-rustle underfoot speaks of many passings
Hidden in time

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.